In the blink of an eye, it is the golden autumn of October.

The six acres of red pith rice in Guyaju are harvesting season again, Fu Shiyi stood on the ridge, looking at the yellow and clear rice field, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden:

"Uncle San, this year's red pith rice yield is 1,000 catties, right?"

The third uncle shook the heavy ears of rice in his hand, and smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyebrows: "Silly girl, it's more than that, I estimate that the total output must be 8,000 catties, and the red pith rice has been planted in the clan for more than 100 years, and the best harvest is only more than 900 catties per mu, we can be regarded as creating a historical precedent." ”

After the third uncle finished speaking, he stroked his beard complacently.

Fu Shiyi smiled, this year, due to the upgrading of the spiritual veins and the irrigation of the spiritual spring water, the red pith rice has such a bumper harvest, and of course it is also due to their proper care.

When the red pith rice can be harvested, it is time for the eight uncles and others who went to the Zhang family to support them, and the time is just right.

During lunch, after everyone finished the work they had been busy with recently, Fu Shiyi remembered that Fu Da's daughter-in-law was pregnant at the beginning of the year, and it was estimated that she was going to give birth during this time.

When asked, it turned out to be true.

When a woman gives birth to a child, it is like going to the ghost gate to break through, and whether she can sit well in confinement after that is more related to the second half of the mother's life, Fu Shiyi instructed:

"Fu Da's daughter-in-law, in this way, when the red pith rice is harvested, you will go home, Shengyi's daughter-in-law is young after all, there is no experienced old man in the family, it is not appropriate after all, and when Shengyi's daughter-in-law finishes her confinement, you will go back to the ancient cliff residence." ”

Mr. and Mrs. Fu have this intention, but they have gone home too many times in the past few years, and they have been embarrassed to speak, and they are very grateful when they hear it.

After Fu Da's daughter-in-law thanked her, she said:

"Aunt Eleven, when I went to your yard today to change the water in the fish tank, I found that the two bibi fish had lost a lot of weight and were listless, if you don't, go and take a look?"

When Fu Shiyi heard this, where could he still sit still.

She's counting on the pair to make a fortune.

"You're not sick, are you?"

Fu Shiyi stood in the fish tank in the courtyard, took his divine sense back from the herringfish, and wondered, "Could it be that he has moved his homeland and is not used to living?"

The third uncle on the side thought about it, but said: "I guess they are uncomfortable, think about it, others say that they are also second-order spirit fish, originally lived freely in the vast and boundless sea, but now they are trapped in this small fish tank, and they are not happy to be anyone." ”

Makes sense!

Fu Shiyi nodded, the sea, she can't create it, but isn't there still four acres of idle Yanyang Lake next to it. Fu Shiyi decided immediately to sort it out.

Anyway, when the mackerel lays eggs in the future, it will also have to be started.

Fu Shiyi first collected the lake water with the water flag, and after removing and bulldozing the buildings, tree stumps, large stones, and mounds at the bottom of the reservoir, he asked Sanbo to use the fireball technique to dry the bottom of the lake and its surroundings, and adopted the method of digging the heart to clear the foundation.

After that, it's time to disinfect.

Fu Shiyi first took out a small cloth bag, took out the yellow dust inside and sprinkled it on the bottom of the lake and around it, and suddenly the rotten old smell in the lake dissipated, and then took out a porcelain bottle, after uncorking, a faint white smoke floated, and the rest of the bad smell disappeared.

"That's it!"

Fu Shiyi then poured spiritual spring water into the lake.

The third uncle on the side watched the rolling spiritual spring fall into the lake, and finally he was a little reluctant: "Eleven, this spiritual spring water is very expensive, I don't think it would be better to let those two green scale fish still be raised in the fish tank, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, not to mention that they are just a fish, they are not used to it, and they have to learn to adapt to it." ”

I can't bear the child and can't catch the wolf!

Fu Shiyi could only pretend that he hadn't heard it, and when the water was full, he evenly sprinkled the manure of the fermented turkey into the water, and planted the summer forest grass that the herring fish loved to eat.

After the summer forest grass grows a large patch, the herring is finally put into the lake.

"Hulahula"

The blue-scaled fish jumped into the water, and immediately rejoiced like a child, a female and a male chased and played around the summer forest grass, Fu Shiyi looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart was inexplicably peaceful.

In the past ten days, although her face has not been revealed, she has not slowed down Xiao Huang, and she is not relieved after all.

On the fifth day before the harvest of the red pith rice, Ba Bo and the others, who had been out for several months, finally rushed back. Fu Shiyi looked at the people who came back, only the twelfth uncle was missing, and he sighed in his heart.

Uncle Ba asked the people of the law enforcement team to wash up first, and then sent Sanniang back to recuperate, and then sat for a long time in the meeting hall of Xiaozhulou with a heavy face.

Seeing that he didn't open his mouth, Fu Shiyi felt a little uneasy in his heart, and gave the third uncle a look. The third uncle coughed lightly and said tentatively:

"Eighth, what's the matter, this trip is going well, right? I see why Twelve didn't come back with you?"

The eighth uncle glanced at the third uncle, who pretended to be calm, and Fu Shiyi, who was so nervous that he couldn't sit still, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly:

"You guys think too much, I directly asked him to go to Yanyang Wood, our line, although we were all injured a little, but we finally came back safe and sound, but the Zhang family, hey, ......."

Under the narration of the eighth uncle, Fu Shiyi knew that the Zhang family had suffered heavy losses this time.

It is said that three monks of their clan, Heiri, were practicing in the cemetery of the clan, but one day they saw the ancestor of one of their dead false Dan monks suddenly appear.

This time, the three of them were so excited that they bowed to the ancestral souls.

But he didn't want to, as soon as the ancestor beckoned, he directly pinched and exploded the person with the highest cultivation among them.

The most terrifying thing is that with the appearance of the soul of the ancestor of the false Dan monk, the ancestors in the cemetery shuttled through the gates of hell one by one as if they had been summoned.

Kill someone if you encounter it.

It's completely irrational. It's just a murderous spirit.

The terrible thing is that their souls are chopped up and reassembled, as if they will never be erased. If it weren't for the two remaining foundation building monks who relied on the clan's formation protection method to protect some of the clansmen, the Zhang clan would have been completely removed from the realm in an instant.

By the time the people of the Fu family arrived, the people of the Zhang family had already died, but fortunately, Fu Shiyi's grandfather had just rushed back to the Fu family from Qingxumen and passed by here.

Fu Shiyi's grandfather had come to investigate the strange thing, and he had made full preparations. At a glance, it can be seen that the ancestor of the Zhang family, the heroic spirit, is controlled by a soul-collecting tree.

In the end, the two foundation-building monks of the Zhang family almost died at the hands of their ancestors while covering the rest of the people to eliminate the monster.

Although he survived by luck, his cultivation was lost, and he was afraid that he would not live long.

"As soon as that strange man died, the heroic spirit of the ancestor of the Zhang family dissipated and disappeared, but the three foundation building monks of the Zhang family died and were disabled, and now the highest living cultivator in his clan is Zhang Xunu's father Wu Renshan, and there are twenty or thirty low-level juniors who have not grown up. ”

Babo said, there is a kind of sadness of the rabbit and the fox.